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Oct 2014
I would love nothing more but to grab your face between my shaky palms and crash my lips against your own with the power of every heartbroken soul pushing against my mouth. The trouble with this is i do not know where your head or heart sits. If i were to place all of my lovely dreams onto your heavenly lips what would you do? The fear is all that holds me back from what could be a championship for all the heavy hearted or a low blow straight to the gut.
Bethany Duvall
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Bethany Duvall  California
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